This morning you took a sweatshirt from the Ghost and now walked around the base in it, very pleased with the new piece of clothing, it didn’t fit you and reached to your knees. Taking the lid with tea, you went into the room. You couldn’t help but feel its aroma, it’s like as if you were everywhere, but then the owner of the jacket came into your room

—This asshole

He looked at you with a smirk on his face

—that's it, give it back

He said, holding out his hand for you to give it